#shh shh no way #I am not cute at all trust me #spoilers #I think the cute one here #is you #mercymexgodblesscatastrophe #ill fated persona user starter
"Well if you ever decide you wanna give it a go, you should definitely let me know. I’ve got my own wheel at home and everything." It had been expensive, even having bought it second-hand, but it was well worth the investment. Working with clay, though, was messy, difficult, and at times, frustrating, but… it was also probably one of her most favorite past times as well. As if the stains on her jeans weren’t enough of a clue about such a statement.
Phew. Now that could have been way more awkward than she’d intended for it to be. Mercy had a talent for making things weird for everyone, but at least her last statement hadn’t gotten her in any trouble. She really needed to work on her social skills. But now that she thought about it, she really had no idea what she even wanted to talk about. Being put on the spot like that made her draw a complete and utter blank. Dammit.
"Uh," she so eloquently began, "I-I’m not really sure. Maybe just… tell me about you? And the stuff you do here? ‘Cause I really wish I could make stuff like this." The American held up the elaborately designed rabbit doll, eyeing it once more with appreciation. "Or just… I dunno, man, anything at all. I’m new here and I don’t know anyone. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to, y’know?"
The girl seemed to brighten somewhat when he introduced himself, clearly pleased to have met someone who was kind enough to take some time to even chat a little with her. “It’s a pleasure, Kanji. My name’s Mercy.” The girl juggled with her art supplies and new stuffed animal friend to free up her hand, then gave his a firm shake. “It’s, ah, a pretty weird name, I know.” Maybe she should have adopted a more Japanese sounding name to go by when she’d first moved to Japan. But at the same time, she wondered if such a thing might have been considered offensive to the locals.
She needed to research etiquette more. She had so much to learn.
“Mercy? Nah, your name sounds cool. Ain’t nothin’ weird about it. And to answer your question, what I do around here is pretty simple. I just make the little guys you see in front of ya. Nothing too big. Well, maybe it’s a little big since people seem to dig ‘em enough to buy ‘em.” A smile fell onto his lips once more as soon as she was done speaking. “Y’know, honestly, making things like this ain’t that hard. You should give it a shot sometime. Something tells me that you’d be great at it.”
Having tiny conversations like this was pretty great. Kanji almost forgot what those felt like. It felt good to just talk about the little things that made you happy or things that were going on in life. Better than dealing with punks messing shit up or pesky shadows. It was a nice change.
“Wait, did I just hear you say you were new? I see… Wait again, you’re new here and the person you’d like to talk to is me? Damn, I feel special.” The blond chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “People usually avoid me so it’s uh, yeah, I totally get what you’re sayin’. It’s really nice to have someone to talk to you. Being alone in some place you don’t know really blows.”
Still was pretty crazy that someone, especially a girl, wanted to talk to him. Girls usually didn’t want anything to do with him. Well, what did he expect? A guy that can sew and that likes cute things? What a weirdo! Ugh, too bad that kind of thinking would never change for some. Mercy was damn cool for accepting who he was. Too bad most of the people in the world weren’t as cool as that.
“Aw man, sorry ‘bout that, this ain’t all about me. Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? It’s your turn to ramble about things.”